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Dating & Friendship for the Over 40s...

Friends or More?


Finally, the guy I had fancied for a few months said would I like to meet up for a drink, as friends. He had always been honest with me, that he was not looking for a full blown relationship because he enjoyed his single status, and after 20 odd years alone, he felt it would be very hard to change his ways

I was all singing and dancing, thinking maybe I could convert him in to wanting a full blown relationship. I just felt I needed to get in front of him to show him just what a nice person I am.

We arranged to meet one Sunday evening in a lovely village location. I dressed with care and almost skipped into the pub where we were meeting. I scanned the bar area until I saw him, sitting in the corner smiling over at me. He beckoned me over, and gave me a kiss on my cheek. I just had a big beam on my face, it was so strange to actually meet him after emailing him for a few months, and never thinking I would meet him.

He was smiling back at me and said ‘What?’

I just smiled and said ‘this seems so bizarre, after emailing for so long’

‘Am I what you expected?’  I asked him

‘Well, you look like your photo’, he replied, and he did, as well.

Photos are all well and good but when you actually see someone, and they are moving around, you can get a completely different view of them, so to speak

He bought me a drink and we sat on high bar stools and chatted. He was asking me about my previous dates, and was having a bit of fun pretending to be one of them, and stroking my hand.

The strange thing was, I did not feel uncomfortable. I felt like I had known him for years and I was really enjoying myself.

We sat together until almost closing time, chatting about life, the site, and past relationships. He told me I was the first person he had met from the site, but he was not looking for romance, only friendship. My heart sunk a little, but I respected his wishes.  All we could do was smile at each other.

It is a meeting I will never forget.

When the night ended he walked me to where I had parked my car. I accepted that we were only ever going to be friends and I was honestly ok with that. I turned to him to say goodbye, and he gave me a big hug, and then kissed each of my eyes, and then my mouth…

Mmm now, this was not a kiss from a friend, I was really taken aback. When the kiss ended, he kissed me again until my head was spinning.

I opened my car door and sat inside and looked up at him, and said thanks for a lovely night and he leaned in and kissed me again.

Then he closed my car door and waved goodbye and I drove home smiling like the cat that had got the cream, feeling he was going to be a very good friend indeed.

One Response

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